Bad Day, Bad Day, Bad Day!

I should really rephrase the title of this--perhaps "mostly bad day, focusing primarily on the afternoon, wherein I was in pain and my bosses were assholes"...but that won't fit in the title section. Oh well. I think the current title gets the idea across sufficiently, thank you very much.

I went to work this afternoon, as is my custom, after eating a nice big lunch my mother had made, and set out to perform the tasks set for me, primarily, putting out some new children's merchandise that had come in. It was at this point which I started to get nasty stomach cramps, for no apparent reason. These cramps become quite painful, to the point at which it takes a force of effort to stand upright--pretty bad, right?

On informing my bosses that I wasn't sure I was gonna be able to make it to the end of my shift, being in pain and all, I was told that I should really just see if I could work through it, and if it would just go away. Well, morons, if it was just going away, we wouldn't have a problem, right? Finally, several hours into my shift, and about an hour past my own personal stopping point, I tell them, I really can't make it to the end of my shift.

At this point, my bosses proceed to basically tell me (not exactly phrased like this, but with the appropriate tone) to get the hell out of there. Every indication is made to me that they believe I'm just being lazy. Right. I came work, then only after working for several hours, and quite a bit of time after I've already informed them of my problem, and now and only now am I trying to weasel out? Hey, I'm brighter than that. If I wanted a free day off of work, I'd ask for it. And if I was gonna be sneaky about it, I'd, um...call off work before I came in, and definitely not the same week as when I've already called off once due to illness. Not that dumb, people. Not a slacker, or a liar, either.

So, now I sit, at home, with my coppy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Werewolf the Apocalpyse, and World of Warcraft--when, ironically, I'd rather be working. What'll be really fun is tomorrow, when I get to see if I still have a job to come back to. That, and the fact that in my haste to get home and lie down, not to mention to get away from these insane idiots I work for, I forgot to give back my store-owned 2-way radio. Joy. Of course, they'll probably only charge me for stealing after they fire me for being a lazy fuck. Which, in case they haven't noticed, I'M NOT!

My Kingdom for Some Sleep

I think the proper word to describe my current state is exhaustion. It's not that I've necessarily been working my ass off or anything--it's just that I've gotten about six hours of sleep, max, over the last four days, and I'm about to go into day five. It does tend to...wear on you.

For most of today, I've felt like a ship running with a reactor problem, to use a sci-fi analogy. Everything's just going into keeping me operating, and...emotional shields, rational thought, general well-being...it kinda goes into the tank. Not like it's not my own fault--I seem to keep finding excuses to stay up late, whether it be to talk to Len, to watch more B5, or simply to goof off. Still...I feel like I'm falling apart.

Tomorrow's gonna be rough. 8 hour day, starting at 8am, which means even less sleep--I'll be lucky if I get seven hours. On top of that, something concerning a very...unprofessional...superior is distracting me, bothering me. I might actually end up going to a manager about it, it's just bugging me that much. I dunno. This really isn't the time to try to analyze stuff--my brain's just not working. Maybe I'll get some sleep tomorrow night, think about it, and write more. Later!